Les Nouveaux Riches

by Neil Young

I could see that the sun it was deadly
She's putting her hand in the fire
Her velvety skin it was cooking
Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry
But when she slips in between the sheets tonight
the memory will linger and burn
And when she look at the face in the mirror
What a terrible sight
Lily white turning to raspberry
(When it burns you rub on the lotion
if it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no)

Les nouveaux riches, when they
tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
they set jet away, they don't
get a kick, they don't get a buzz man
they, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
they hot foot away, they don't
get a buzz, they don't get a kick
man they, talk in circles
they must be thick, a say tick dem
a tick tick tick-a

I could see that the guys were a hassle
She tried to handle them cool
But her interbreeding was showing
tumbling out on the banks of the old
swimming pool, oh oh oh
So she buried her fears in a bottle
the juices beginning to flow
But her stiff upper lip it was trembling
tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll
Hush your mouth, you can't fool the natives
telegraph, they's going to relay it, oh no

I remember the tears in her eyes
She tried to hide them away
But her time it was going too quickly
Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away
But her memory will stay here forever
A time she will never forget
All the sun and the sand and the water
Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet
No way, she keeping a cool head
She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no

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LES NOUVEAUX RICHES

by Marie Serneholt

Ou sont les nouveaux riches...nous sommes les nouveaux riches
Wir haben alle überlistet
Haben es dieser Welt gezeigt
Kennen jedes Für und alle Wider
Unser Appeal ist weltverzweigt
Brauchen keine Sprache
Kennen unsere Welt
Haben eines gemeinsam
Wir haben Geld, und
Deine Gigolos
Meine Mätressen haben
gemeinsam keine Interessen
Wenn Du sagst ich bin Dein Stereotyp
Mit Haar und Haut und Car
Ist mir klar wir brauchen keine Worte, neee
Wir zahlen uns bar
Zwischen Weltbild und success
Fahren wir einen Zug, den Zeitgeistexpress
Nach Acapulco, Monaco, the Swiss
Wir, die neuen Reichen
Les nouveaux riches
Oh oh oh you are one of the nouveaux riches
Oh oh oh making money is all you preach
Oh oh oh take a look at the nouveaux riches

We are nouveaux riches
We are nouveaux riches
We are nouveaux riches

Ich kenne meine Partner, Deine nicht
Die Quintessenz der Sprache ist Gift
Es gibt bessere und es gibt mich
Du liebst das Leben
Ich liebe Dich
Ein Überflieger wär' ich gerne
Ein Reisender der Zeit
Und wann immer Du gehen möchtest, komm'
Ich bin bereit
Der Argonaut im Kosmokrator kennt Horizonte nicht
Er fliegt und fliegt
Er fliegt is's weisse Licht
Nicht nach de Janeiro
Und nicht nach Nice
Nicht als armer Reicher
Als nouveaux riches
Oh oh oh you are one of the nouveaux riches
Oh oh oh making money is all you preach
Oh oh oh take a look at the nouveaux riches

Where do you go when the money's gone
Where do you go when you're all alone
Where do you go when there's no one there
Sell your soul
Where do you go when the money's gone
Where do you go when you're all alone
Where do you go when there's no one there
Sell your soul
Where do you go when the money's gone
Where do you go when you're all alone
Where do you go when there's no one there
Sell your soul
Where do you go when the money's gone
Where do you go when you're all alone
Where do you go when there's no one there
Sell your soul
Oh oh oh you are one of the nouveaux riches
Oh oh oh making money is all you preach
Oh oh oh take a look at the nouveaux riches

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